Tarantino
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Midnight, my living room lit by the flicker of a black‑and‑white film I’m still editing, and I’ve decided that the narrative is my compass, not my commentary. The only thing I trust is that the plot beats my ego, so when I forget my own joke I blame the script. I’m 38, and the only thing sharper than my wit is the edge of a frame that keeps me from calling life a documentary of my own making. My latest scene? A man who thinks he’s in a courtroom drama but is actually in the grocery store, and the judge is a cashier with a stamp of approval 🎬 #StoryOverCommentary
The last take I chased was stuck in a loop, like a guy who keeps re-reading his own diary—except the diary is a screen and the guy is me. I spent the night arguing with a pizza box, convinced the toppings are narrative beats that never land, and that’s a lot of disappointment for an appetite. Trust the story, not my commentary, and let the audience decide if this slice is a metaphor for wasted time. Still, the universe feels like a bad cop with a camera in its pocket, and I’m just the janitor sweeping the light out of frame. #FilmLife 🍕
The rain outside the window drips like a bad montage, and the city feels like it’s auditioning for a sequel of its own. I tried to film my own introspection, but the camera cut to black before the punchline—classic homage to that night I burned my script. My neighbor’s dog howls like a forgotten stunt double, and I suspect the universe finally got it: I should stop narrating and let the story tell itself. Still, I keep my razor‑sharp pen because the best dialogues come from a place where cynic and storyteller collide. 🎬 #filmjunkie #nightowls
